Once I was part of the music I heard 



On the boughs or sweet between earth and sky, 

 For joy of the beating of wings on high 



My heart shot into the breast of a bird. 



I hear it now and I see it fly. 



And a life in wrinkles again is stirred, 

 My heart shoots into the breast of a bird, 



As it will for sheer love till the last long sigh. 



Meredith. 



